Stressed Stories

Lia was tired. She was always tired, but right now more than usual. Everything was building up, and she just wanted to sleep. A breakup had left her broken, and she just didn't want to cope. She wanted to sleep.

Denki is stressed about school, he doesn't even know what he is doing. Maybe someone can help him. But who? Read more to find out. Author's note: I do not my hero academia characters, all the characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi. And please be nice to me because this is my first time writing a fanfic. Also Credits to the artist who drew this wonderful image, since I couldn't find the artists name. If this is your art and you want me to take it down, I will most happily take it down August 2nd 2021- #saddenki number 17 in the list

Very 1st book by me. @Kaylee210903 This can be about my life, your life or someone else's life. I'm sure there's someone in this world who can relate. Dedicated to my future self and to someone who doesn't even know my existence ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

She was in her own world when he looked at her.

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She needed to be real...

Aribella hated everything. Nothing satisfied her; nothing made her happy. She hated life and school and her friends, especially, but what happens when someone puts her on the verge of loosing her life all at once. Just one kick and it was gone. IN THE EDITING PROCESS!

No one knew the battle she fought inside of her every day, but no matter how dark it got, she kept her smile and shined her light for anyone who needed it, even though she knew she was the one who needed it the most. I'm Her.

If your parents are religious, this is for you.

A compilation of poems of depression and some thoughts that would lighten up my mind.

So, lots of people do art books. And since I don't have a lot of time to actually write good stuff right now, here's some art. :) Cover made by the absolutely awesome -kideternity

Macy was your average teenage girl. She had always been the quiet kid in her class as well since she was too busy doing her work. But one day, her parents mysteriously went missing, and ever since, she had to live with her Papa. Her papa was a truck driver who worked sun up from sun down. He was always busting his butt to make her happy and to earn enough money to pay bills. When she had transferred to another school called Berryville High. She made some decent friends..

I see them as they walk down the hallway. They're smiling and laughing. "They look so in love," I say to myself as I close my locker. To him I'm supposed to be his baby, but to the rest of the world... I'm just the twin.

Contains my random thoughts. Thoughts when I can't sleep. Thoughts that make me go crazy. Thoughts that make me just wanna end everything. Read at your own risk.

wisdom words every suicidal people wants to hear. there's no criticizing here. just plain comforting words.

Daddy's girl. That she was. Sky blue eyes, with a name similar to that. Rosy red cheeks, just like they were painted on. Eyes carved out like they were meant to be. A personality just made it even more perfect. But she didn't think that way. With an environment of indecent friends, busy mother, and a daddy dead, she couldn't think of anything possible. At day she was the brightest flower blooming, but in the night, she would cower down and hide, not wanting people to know what she really was. ~ He picked her up, very carefully, because she looked so fragile. Her bouncy, brown wavy hair, with the natural blonde streaks in them, and pink cheeks, with red tiny plump lips, made her look like an adorable, confident little girl. "Now who's my girl?" He wondered aloud. The little girl giggled furiously. "Right here!" she squealed in her melodious voice. "Oh, so you are the girl?" he said, faking to sound disappointed. "Yes, and you should be proud!" she said angrily, her nose scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed together, and poked her little finger lightly on his chest. He grinned at his little daughter, only three years old and speaking GREAT words for a child. He was impressed and prideful. "I am," he replied, taking her delicate hand in his large one, making her tiny hand vanish in his. "Oh!" she said shocked, "Where did my hand go? I can still feel it... but where is it?" she said, panicking. He opened his hand, and she squealed in joy, he laughed. He loved her, and wished that she would be in no harms way. But there was another thing that bothered him too: HIS P.O.V I should have named her name 'Taken', so that if any boy were to come near her, she would say 'Hi! I'm Taken,'. Well atleast her name right now is better but 'Taken' would have been a better choice. I chuckled as I saw she started panicking about her lovely, soft hand disappearing, but it was safe in mine. ~ Copyright © 2014 by angelgirl3218. All rights reserved.